#yandere Asra x reader

[iridescent-solstice]

Yandere Asra Alnazar x reader based on an idea me and @stickystickyduck came up with 🙆🏻‍♀️🙆🏻‍♀️

Setting it back down on the table Asra sighs dreamily to himself. Mauve coloured eyes fixate on the crystal ball held safely within his arms. A soft glow reflecting in them as said eyes blink away tears that he refuses to shed tonight. No, this is a joyous moment; he reiterates to himself. Even if you wouldn't quite agree with his methods.

Despite that fact, he still feels bad for what he’s done . . . He didn't want to do this. Really, he didn't. Never was he one for being so straightforward, but you pushed his hand too far this time . . . So stubborn, you wouldn't listen to his pleas, not even his demands for your safety and then you left. Dashed away with nothing more than a mere note that said not to follow you . . . You left him. He couldn't just let you go like that . . .

Ran away. Far away to a place you thought he wouldn't be able to follow you to . . . Unfortunate for you though, there's no place left on Earth nor the arcana realm that he wouldn't follow after you to. Now, with an arm loosely holding the ball close, he hums to himself as he softly strokes the side of it that's closer to his face. The lilac fog that fills the orb parts without struggle at his command and reveals the apple of his eye. The one that filled his heart with delight and gave him purpose. You. He's admiring you . . . Holding it as gently as possible. Almost handling the crystal as if at any moment it could shatter from just the breeze of a wind. No . . . not the ball, but rather what's inside it has captured his attention.

A tenacious grip on his mind that not even the count's request for his presence could order him out of. The court's magician? Please, Asra has better things to do with his time. Better people to spend such precious moments with . . . You. You're what he wants to spend his time with. But unfortunately, that sentiment wasn't shared like he wanted it to be.

But that is preciously why he's so cautious when handling the glowing orb that lays within his arms. Cradled to his chest and swaddled in his magenta coloured and gold-tasselled shawl. If you look close enough, the magic swirling inside the translucent crystal ball isn't enough to hide the figure laid crawled up inside it. Shivering from the cold inside, you tuck your hands under you neck trying to gather warmth in your sleep. He might not be able to warm you back up but atleast here . . . you're safe. Safe from the plague. Safe from Lucio. Safe from everyone trying to force you away from him.

His eyes are glued to you. Worried that if he looks away for even a moment that you'd wake up and try to escape. The other courtiers might not respond as well to your meddling as he has. Though he's sure that the veins of violet fire that binds your limbs will be enough for now to subdue you inside. Like a delicate sculpture that must be preserved, Asra admires it silently. Waiting for you to wake up and grace him with your presence. Narrowed eyes watch as the crystal’s surface refracts light, casting ethereal hues upon the person inside. I sure hope you like surprises . . .

[ ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀꜱ ʙʏ: @princessantisocial]

I fear this drabble is a little half-baked and has a long way to go, but it's just an introduction into this one au i'm planning. Been doing a lot of stuff lately so my brain is more than just a little tired and frazzled 😅 That being said though I hope this isn't too bad. I do plan on coming back to this when i'm feeling a little more up to it. As always thank you for reading tha blog, I hope this was up to par with my usual shennanigans haha 🙆🏻‍♀️

[amethystasra]

Heya! So, you know that one comic about the apprentice having remnants of the plague you reblogged? My apprentice has something like that, except a little less extreme. Upon revival, she appeared healthy enough. But when Asra started having her do more and more of the same things she would do, she just couldn't. She has a very poor stamina and is unable to walk more than an hour without breaks. She used to love adventures with Asra before the plague, but now she can't do anything like that. She hasn't gained much weight either, no matter how much pumpkin bread Selasi makes for Asra to buy, and falls sick much more often. People don't exactly run away from her, but she does get stares. My question is, what would Yandere Asra do for her, knowing he brought her back only for her to still be so feeble?

I absolutely love this AU/headcanon ! I'm a huge sucker for angst

Asra would be terrified the first time he noticed it, afraid that they were still suffering from the plague and would immediately do everything in his power to try and find a cure.

He would insist on keeping them inside and doing everything for them, making sure they get enough rest.

When he notices that their condition wasn't getting better but also not getting worse, he would let them do more things on their own and take them outside more often, but he'd never let them out of his sight.

He'd make sure to take care of all the people who'd stare at them.

He'd feel intensely guilty and would never stop trying to find a cure, even if that means he'd have to make another deal with the devil. He just wants them to be safe.

Sorry this is a little short but i've been a bit busy lately T_T

Also i hope this is even going to show up cause my recent posts haven't been showing up in any tags i use so i think i might be shadow banned :/

[sapphiewritesstuff]

Love or obsession

Summary: as you regain your memories from your past life, you find out that your beloved master is keeping you in a cage

“Love or obsession? Oh, my love, sometimes it’s both, can’t it be both?”

Warnings: GN! MC, spoilers for Asras route, manipulation, Yandere behavior, yelling, He/They pronouns used for Asra, not proofread

I do not support the actions of yanderes, nor do I believe that Yandere Asra is canon, this is a work of fiction and if you are in a bad headspace, do not read.

You yelled as you banged your hand against the table, causing Asra’s deck of tarot cards to fall to the ground. You seethed with anger, confusion, disgust, all causing a burning feeling within your chest.

“What’s the mattter, [MC]?” You heard the door to the shop, which also doubled as yours and Asras living space, open. The voice belonged to Asra, the one who you once saw as your loyal master, your precious partner.

“You know what you did, I remember.” You spat. You don’t know when or why it happened, but you remember your old life. The life before the red plague hit and Asra gave half of his heart to save you and your memories were wiped away.

“You… remember?” He was taken aback by how harsh your words sounded, but was quickly distracted with the joy and disbelief that rose up inside him. A smile crept onto his face before he wrapped his arms around you. “You remember!”

You pushed him away. Asra looked at you. You couldn't quite read his expression.

“Yeah, I remember. I remember it all, my past life, the plague, who I was to you.” You rambled on, rushing into your bedroom with a bag as you scrambled to collect your stuff. “You didn’t tell me anything! You kept me locked here, teaching me that the outside world is a horrible place, for your selfish reasons!”

“You don’t understand why I did what I did.” They tore the bag from your hands. “Selfish? I was trying to protect you, everything I have done has been for you.” His voice and expression softened as he reached to place a hand on your cheek.

This time, you didn’t slap his hand away.

“Do you even love me? Or are you just obsessed with me?” You breathed heavily and shook as those words left your mouth.

“Love or obsession? Oh, my love, sometimes it’s both, can’t it be both?” He pulled you into an embrace. “You have my heart, I’m crazy over you.” They smiled as they felt you calm down, your body relaxing in the familiar feeling. “There we go. You’ll understand soon.”

No. You already understood. You understood that you are trapped here.

“You’ll understand that your master just wants the best for you.” They pulled away to look you in the eyes. “I need you, you need me, yes? We’re one and the same.”

You nodded. You knew you had nowhere to go if you did decide to walk out that door. You knew nothing about the outside world, aside from the whimsical tales Asra told you about their adventures.

“That’s it.” He hummed contentedly. “Now, why don’t we get some pumpkin bread? Do you remember how much you love it?”

You nodded once more, you did.

“I love you so much, don’t you get that now?”

You don’t think you had any other chance but to nod.

“Let’s go now, my love.”

As you two exited the shop, you gripped onto his hand as he always instructed you to, a feeling of dread still in your stomach.

Fin.

[thebelugawhalefriend]

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Smile For Me

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And more!

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----Slayers----

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Giyuu x Reader Headcanons (Romantic)

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Kyojuro Rengoku x Reader: Feathers

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Sub!Muzan x Demon!Fem!Reader: Merciful

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Shane x Reader: Better Days

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Asra x Reader Headcanons (Romantic)

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The Arcana Cast: Favorite Animated Movies

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Asgore Dreemurr:

Asgore x Reader Headcanons (Platonic)

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Papyrus x Reader Headcanons (Platonic)

Punpyrus

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Sans x Reader Headcanons (Platonic)

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Undyne x Reader Headcanons (Platonic)

Yandere OCs:

Ex Boyfriend x Reader (One) | (Two)

Lesbian Vampire x Reader

Teacher x Reader

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[yanderemommabean]

Hey do you do requests for the Arcana If you do can I get a poly yandere asra x reader x julian headcanons please If you don't want to you can skip Also what do you think of the other characters and who's your favorite

Sadly I do not, as I played the game a few years ago and really enjoyed it but I was called some nasty things for making one of the characters a yandere ((the werewolf guy I forgot his name, but I made a soft fic about him being a protective yandere and I was sent some hate))

I don’t mess with that game or fandom anymore even tho I used to really like it! I’ve just been turned sour towards it, too scared to try again for any other characters in the game at all.

You can find what I DO write for in the pinned post at the top! I’m sorry to let you down!

-Mommabean

[cherryo]

RULES <333!!

Okie Dokie y’all!! this is the place to see my rules and what I do/don’t write!!

We’ll start with what I will/ wont write and then get into the fandoms I write for!!

Edited: 1/23/23

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I WILL WRITE :

fluff!!

smut (not that good at it but I will still try!!(all minors will either be aged up or their request will be denied depending on how young they are, I wont write any minors in that situation))

angst 

triggering stuff (abuse, sexual harrasment)

(regarding the triggering stuff, I will not write the Character inflicting such things, I will only write it if said Character is comforting the reader)

x readers

mostly GN but can be specific towards gender identity

Mental illness/disorders (i will only write what I am diagnosed with, so Depression, Anxiety, EDs, adhd, audio halucinations, and Autism)

violent scenes (this is really only with the action related characters, Rottmnt, demon slayer, etc)

yandere (sometimes, depending on what type)

Hurt/comfort

Romantic and platonic

Headcanons (i love these)

I WONT WRITE:

incest/stepcest

sexual assault from character or in general. (assualt and harrasment is different, if you specify it, it might be something i will write)

regarding smut if you specifiy what you want I might write it however these are kinks I won’t write (water sports, hard bdsm, cnc, anything thats too dark or hard)

x ocs

pregnant reader / trying to get pregnant! (i’m comfortable with breeding kink but not so much them actually wanting to try for babies,,,)

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All in all with my rules, just specifiy in your requests and I might decline or I might write it! I’m open to a lot but also not experienced in certain things/ uncomfortable. just ask! dont be shy, I won’t be mean about it I swear <3

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Fandoms I write for! (plus the characters i write for, I’m super Specific on who I will or won’t write for hehe)

The Arcana

I WILL WRITE FOR:

Julian

Asra

Lucio

Portia

Nadia

I WONT WRITE FOR 

any of the courtiers (?)

ATTACK ON TITAN:

I WILL WRITE FOR:

almost everyone

i will also write in titan form!

DEMON SLAYER:

I WILL WRITE FOR:

the main three boys

Any of the pillars

the demons

I WONT WRITE FOR:

Muzan

Nezuko

HAIKYUU!!

I WILL WRITE FOR:

all of them !

JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure:

all of them suckers, except a select few, just ask and i might write for them!!

INSIDE JOB:

I WILL WRITE FOR:

Reagan

Brett

Andre

Myc (possibly)

Gigi

Ron

I WONT WRITE FOR:

Rand

Jr

Alpha-beta

Glenn

ROTTMNT:

I WILL WRITE FOR:

the main four boys <3

I WONT WRITE FOR:

April o’neil (i love her to death but can never properly do her character justice)

Casey Jones Jr (not a big fan of him in this one, love him but didnt get enough like content for me to go off of !)

Splinter

any of the villians 

2012! TMNT:

I WILL WRITE FOR:

the main four boys <3

Casey and April O'Neil

I believe thats about all, again please just ask, i might now write for the series but i can/will talk about it if i know/like it :))

MCU:

I WILL WRITE:

Almost all of em

THE BOYS:

Almost all of em hoes, just specify

I WILL WRITE:

Butcher

Frenchie

Hughie

M. M (only after his divorce</3)

A-train

Black noir

Soldier boy

Homelander (possibly)

I WON'T WRITE:

The Deep

MYSTIC MESSENGER:

SUPERNATURAL:

Ryan Gosling characters:

Officer K

Sierra six/court

Holland march

Noah (notebook)

[chaos-mix]

⋆｡°✩Re-Introduction Time!˚˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

*insert Guess Who’s Back soundtrack*

Alas, I awake from the depths of despair with a new need to write and tons of new fandoms! Will university finally finish me off or will I persevere and find time for this blog? Only time will tell! Never the less, here we go ^^

-Call me Rin, or Star if you prefer  ★

-21, nearing 23 and you know what they say about that age... 

-Ace-spec, uni student, ISFP, Sagittarius Sun and Rising, Taurus moon if that matters hahah, INTROVERT but pls message me :3

-Will write for:

         ✧ Vash the Humanoid Typhoon (Trigun Stampede only, for now)

         ✧ Attack on Titan (finally caught up! 😭)

         ✧ Genshin Impact (grown ups only!)

         ✧  Kyojuro Rengoku, Tengen Uzui and Giyu Tomioka (Demon Slayer)

         ✧ The Arcana (Julian + Asra)

        ✧ Blooming Panic

        ✧ Doctor Who (modern Doctors only, Jack Harkness will forever be with John Hart because I said so)

-Stuff I will write: 

        ✧ Angst (love some good angst! and some good comfort)

        ✧ Hurt/comfort

        ✧ X reader only, platonic is welcome!

        ✧Fluff! I might be a bit out of practice tho!

        ✧Preferably, send me one or two characters per request, otherwise they will likely get shortened! Unfortunately, I might cuz the request down to two due to lack of free time so make sure the first two are the most important! 

-Stuff I will NOT write:

        ✧Yanderes (puts me in a bad headspace :(   )

        ✧Toxic Relationships

        ✧Smut

        ✧Pregnancy stuff, having kids, stuff like that

Other requests or even characters not included are up for consideration! I just went with what I felt most comfortable with but I’m open to include new characters! 

Alrighty, that concludes my welcome! I hope you join me on this last minute adventure into the hole of fanfic! Have a good day and set your heart ablaze! ^^

[saintunhinged]

Yandere Asra

content warning; possessiveness, manipulation, obsession if you squint.

“I’m doing this because I love you.”

if you’re being honest, you figured Asra was a little too protective of you.

everytime you asked to join him on a journey, he told you staying home was safer.

he started asking you to not leave the shop while he was away, sometimes going as far as to put a spell around the perimeter to make sure no one entered or left.

this time you’re more than a bit upset that he left you, AGAIN.

you were used to it, but it still hurt.

what did he expect you to do alone with no freedom?

when he returns home, he can’t wait to reunite with you.

he tells you, while persistently insisting you cuddle in bed with him, “I love you.” “I need you.” “I missed you.”

but you don’t feel like being bothered, especially not by him.

you roll over, escaping his embrace.

“Not right now,” you distantly say, “I’m tired.”

It doesn’t stop him from pulling you back against his chest. “Are you not happy to see me?” his hot breath tickles the flesh below your neck, then you feel his lips caress your skin, “I love you.” He says it again, but you aren’t so sure you believe him anymore. If he does love you, how come you feel like a hostage in this realtionship.

You abruptly sit up, and a flash of confusion washes across his face. “What’s wrong, where are you going?” Asra asks, as he watches you stumble over him to crawl out of bed.

“Out. Or do I need your permission first?” Your tone was admittedly harsh and you felt a bit bad for snapping at him, but you were growing tired of constantly being left behind, despite your protests. You took the steps to the main floor of the shop, and Asra was quick to follow. Taken aback by your harsh tone, he stands aside while you put on shoes.

Truthfully, he preferred you consulted with him if you wanted to step out. Wherever you go he must know. What if something happened to you while you were out and he couldn’t find you? He’d tear apart the whole of Vesuvia until he did.

He ignored the last part of your indirect assumption, if only you were aware of how much truth your sarcasm held. “Where?” He skeptically questioned.

You answered, irked with his constant questioning, “The Rowdy Raven.” You probably should have provided context. Asra’s mind flooded with the worst scenarios. Why? For what? You never went there unless Julian stopped by and invited the two of you for a night out! Were you going to see Julian??? You’re not cheating on him, are you?!

He planned to see what you were up to himself. “I’ll come with you.” He hastily states, but the idea of it didn’t excite you, nonetheless.

Asra felt you didn’t need to be anywhere he wasn’t. It would be okay as long as he tagged along. After all, he was only looking out for you.

You shake your head, ready to protest against it, “No.” You simply say.

He frowns, feeling his body tense.“No?” His tone gave away to mock irony. You weren’t supposed to tell him ‘no’. You were supposed to say ‘of course, you can come. I love you, Asra!’

You had to be cheating on him! Why couldn’t he go with you?! If you were, he’d deal with Julian, make an example of him. Then Asra would make you understand you only needed him. No one else deserved you like he did!!!

He didn’t take that word lightly. If you wished to leave without him, you weren’t leaving at all. While you were too busy looking for your satchel, he conjured a spell to ward the shop. Even as a magician, he doubted you could take it down on your own.

He had a plan to convince you to stay, the ward was just a backup in case you still weren’t in your right mind after he finished.

“You didn’t say it back.”

You turned to face him, your eyebrows coming together as you stared. “What?” You cluelessly inquired. Say what back?

He forced his eyes to water under you gaze. “I told you I love you,” Asra shifts closer to you, playing up his emotions. He really did love you more than anything, and he didn’t like not hearing you return his affection, “You didn’t say it back.” so he used it to his advantage.

You hesitated, the tears in his eyes were luring you in. You didn’t see him cry often, but when you did, you knew he wasn’t okay. “Asra, I—” your words faltered catching sight of a single tear roll down his cheek.

“You don’t love me anymore, do you?” His words broke the restraints holding you back. You rushed across the shop, cupping his face in your hands.

You used your thumb to wipe away the wet streams dripping down his chin. You brushed at a white curl falling in his face to search his purple eyes. “Of course, I love you, Asra. Please don’t doubt my love for you. I just..” you trailed off, you didn’t know how to tell him you needed to be away from him for awhile.

His arms tightened around you, your head flush against his chest as he inhaled a deep breath of your scent. He thought you smelled heavenly as he rested his head on top of yours, “Then stay here with me, don’t go.” His voice dripped with despair, it left you feeling guilty to know you were the reason behind it.

That’s what he wanted you to think.

He led you to believe you had the power to choose what happened next. You didn’t. You were going to stay with him, despite what you wanted. But if you didn’t try leaving, Asra wouldn’t have to deal with you being angry with him later on. You wouldn’t know he has you on lockdown.

You stalled, letting the silence linger between you before responding, “I’ll stay.”

A complacent smile threatened to grow on his lips. His eyes slipped close, hugging you tighter than you thought necessary. To him, it was the best thing having you in his arms like this. Satisfied with his performance, his tears stopped. You were meant to be with him forever. He acknowledged how wrong it was to exploit you like that, but he had to. He knew it was for your own good.

[strengthsapprentice-moved]

No one asked for this, but I have come to deliver an Easter gift of writing because I have been squeeing at this idea for DAYS. Also, I have another work in the making, buuuut it's taking a tad bit to write.

CW: Yandere themes, slight mentions of emotional manipulation

Reader Pronouns: She/Her

Type: Quick Headcanons

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Yandere! Asra x Housewife! Reader

If he's being completely honest... Settling down wasn't something he wanted- That was, until the masquerade 9 years ago

Ever since, he's been pining for at least some stability. It was something Asra could have with you, his rock no matter how far he went!

Your death was his realization that stability is a blessing to not be thrown away.

Now he's here, watching his lovely wife tend to her garden and practice blossoming spells- marvelling at how your robes highlight every little beauty and flaw he adores!

He can't help but yearn for you every moment, to just lift you right up from the grass and kissing you all over!

It's what he's worked for after all, why he killed so many just to keep you.

To see not only you in your glory, but his little offspring who follow you like little ducklings

Even if he played you like The Fool... It was all worth it to him, to have you forget what had scared you away from him

"Ack! Asraaa!" You whine playfully, looking back towards the man who picked you up. "I'm not even done showing our son how to change the petal colors!"

Asra chuckles, letting you back down and kissing your head. "If he's anything like you, I'm sure he's already turning them rainbow." To his amusement, the little white haired boy with (e/c) eyes has already painted the garden with enough colors to put a pride parade to shame.

A heavy sigh escapes your lips as you lean back onto Asra, who wraps his arms around your waist and collarbone.

"Asra?"

"Mhm?"

"Do you suppose there's still some places we haven't seen?"

"What do you mean, Y/N?"

"I mean, we haven't seen much of anything since we had our oldest son... In fact, I don't think we've even taken them anywhere unfamiliar."

"You know... I've been just about everywhere, but right here, in this house, with you and the kids... This is the best place to be."

[saeysooo]

♚ yandere asra alnazar headcanons {punishments} ||

♡ tw: manipulation, murder, blackmail, psychological terror ♡ gender-neutral apprentice

Possessive yanderes are common, but just how possessive can one be? Asra takes this idea over the top. They will go to the ends of the earth to keep you all to themself. Because of this, punishments will become frequent between you and them... and Asra’s punishments are nowhere near sane. They do it because they don’t want you to get hurt again! This is what true love is, isn’t it?!

Don’t get caught spending time with anyone other than Asra. They would never hurt you a day in their life. But, they will go as far as to kill your little friend on sight, throwing you over their shoulder and dragging back to your pathetic little cage. Look what you got yourself into! If you even try to struggle, there will be consequences!

Asra uses magic to kill your friends, enemies, anyone that stands in their way. Black magick is the best kind of torture, don’t you think, pet?

“I told you never to speak to anyone else other than me, my pet! Don’t make me take another life because you chose to be disobedient!!”

Their cold eyes glaring at you when you try to convince them that you love them. They can see through your entire act, and they don’t like it. Your punishment? The anxiety in it itself of those you love dying. Again, they would never hurt you... They’ll just hurt those trying to change your mind to take you away from them!!

“I’m doing this for you, little pet... I’m doing ALL of this for you!! Why don’t you like this present! They didn’t deserve to look at you!! Can’t you see that I’m trying?!?”

“I know it hurts, but I know that you still love me, my pet! Now kiss me, give me a hug! Love me. Love me! LOVE ME!!”

When you cry after a punishment, Asra will be heartbroken. They want you to be happy with them. Why can’t you just see that they are trying? Can’t you at least pretend to like them? It would make them so happy...

“NOBODY can touch you, except for ME.UNDERSTAND? I. OWN. YOU. You’re my favorite familiar and I never want to lose you! Please say that you love me back! Would that be so hard?!”

The more you disobey, the more they keep score. They want to just tie you down with your predator’s guts and watch you scream in terror. They will remind you over and over again that this is your fault. You chose to go against what they wanted, so you deserve this punishment for the better. They are only doing it to assure you will always be together!

When you accuse them of being jealous, they do not take it lightly.

“Jealous? Me? Oh, my pet you haven’t SEEN jealousy. Here, let me show you just how jealous I can be!!”

[iridescent-solstice]

𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖜!

⤷ ᴄᴜꜱᴛᴏᴍ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴛᴀɢꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʙʟᴏɢ ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ!! ɪ ᴛᴇɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛʟʏ ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ꜱᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴛᴀɢꜱ!! . . . ɪ ᴛᴀɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ʙʟᴏɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪꜰɪᴄ ᴛᴀɢꜱ, ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴛᴡᴏʀᴋ ɪ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ’ꜱ ᴀɴᴀʟʏꜱɪꜱ/ ᴡᴏʀᴋ. ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ʟɪɴᴋ ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ ʜᴇʀᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪꜱᴇꜱ ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪᴍ ʙᴏᴛʜ ʟᴀᴢʏ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛꜰᴜʟ, ᴀ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍʙɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʟᴏʟ

❛❛ Tԋҽ Aɾƈαɳα ❞

#Cԋ: Aʂɾα🔮 ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

🕊️ The types of photos he keeps ⤷ Just because you're not next to him, doesn't mean he can't enjoy your beauty

🕊️ Kid Asra and Muriel sprites ⤷ No background sprites of kid Asra and Muriel from the tale: travel at night.

🕊️ Late night observations . . . ⤷ After a long trip, Asra can't help but crave being close to you

🕊️ Procrastination is an ugly disease ⤷ Comfort fic for when reader can't get themselves to stop procrastinating

🕊️ Asra wanders away to escape the rehearsal ball ⤷ When your dance partner disappears, and you go off to find him

🕊️ A possessive and jealous Asra ⤷ How Asra shows his ‘competitor’ who your heart really belongs to . . .

ℭ𝔥: 𝔐𝔲𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔪𝔦𝔱 🐣🍂🌻

🕊️ Kid Asra and Muriel sprites ⤷ No background sprites of kid Asra and Muriel from the tale: travel at night.

#ℭ𝔥: 𝔍𝔲𝔩𝔦𝔞𝔫 🦜⊹ ࣪ ˖

#ℭ𝔥: ɴᴀᴅɪᴀ 🦉🍃˖⋆࿐໋

#ℭ𝔥: ᴘᴏʀᴛɪᴀ ˖𓍢ִ໋ 🌷͙֒ ࿐໋.˚

#ℭ𝔥: 𝔉𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔱 🐍✨ ་༘࿐

🕊️ Boop noodle vibes⤷ Faust vibes crack post lmaoo

#ℭ𝔥: 𝔏𝔲𝔠𝔦𝔬 ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🐐˚

❛❛ βℓαcκ βʋтℓɛя ❞

#ℭ𝔥: ℭ𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔡𝔦𝔢𝔢 💝✨

🕊️ Late night observations . . . ⤷ With Alois put to rest, and his mate when taken care of, Claude takes a moment to admire a now asleep reader

🕊️ Baking with the butler 🥧 ⤷ Although you’d never admit it, you did love his hands . . . Chatting while your butler man does his thing, but not without u causing a little trouble to him

🕊️ Care for some custard? You're gonna get more than you bargained for {MDNI‼} ⤷ 3 am baking that ends up getting carried away

🕊️ Wolf spider!Claude X moth!reader ⤷ Hc for claude as the wolf spider species and how he comes across his soon to be mate . . . (if you're interested in this au keep an eye on the #moth!reader tag. It's still in development rn)

🕊️ Where is he?!? ⤷ With your heat drawing near and your mate nowhere to be seen, you can't help but fall into despair, good thing he said he'll be back soon . . .

🕊️ Hairstyle headcanon ⤷ What I think Claude's un-styled hair would look like

🕊️ Crushing from a far, until caught . . . {MDNI‼} ⤷ One might think it's a blessing to work alongside the one you love; you wish you could agree to that

🕊️ 𝐀 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤 . . . pt.1 , ⤷ ᴀ ᴍᴀꜱᴋ ɪꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ꜱᴇʟꜰ, ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ʜᴏᴡ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴄʟᴀᴜᴅᴇ ꜰᴀᴜꜱᴛᴜꜱ ɪꜱ . . . . ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴇɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ

#Ch: A͎ʟօɨֆ 🌷✧˚.🎀 ⤷ Moodboard ⤷ Rentry graphic

❛❛J𝐮𝐣𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧 ❞

#ᴄʜ: ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ 💅🏻🌠

🕊️ Holding you hostage ⤷ It was your idea to paint your yandere lover's nails, you can't just break your promise now that he's shown his true colours . . .

[ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ]

🕊️ ❝ɪɴᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ Qᴜᴏᴛᴇꜱ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ❞ ⤷ Incorrect quotes the arcana characters or their respective mc would totally say (source: trust me bro)

🕊️ ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔠𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔦𝔠𝔰!!✨ ⤷ Character related moodboards!! aka a visual delight based around the character🥰

🕊️ 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲! 𝐀 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 🌸 ⤷ Life has slowly picked up in pace and before you knew it, there is seldom any free time to spare for your beloved partner. So, what little time you do have together, not working that is, is spent trying to find some semblance of peace. Finding comfort in one another.

[sapphiewritesstuff]

Black Panther

"Let's burn it together."

Namor with a surface dweller child

Shuri as a big sister

Shuri with a figure skater reader

Namor being a family man

Scared with me (Shuri x reader one shot)

Namor with a chubby reader

My princess, My forever (Shuri x reader oneshot)

Shuri with a kpop idol reader

Shuri as a mother

Shuri with an introverted reader

Namor with a mermaid reader

Poly! Shuri and Riri with a reader who feels insecure over their intelligence

Namora when reader gets injured in battle

Namora, Shuri, and Namor NSFW headcanons

Namor when reader is in an arranged marriage

Namor and reader being lovestruck

Namor with a reader who sings

Dad-to-be Namor

Dad Namor

Namora with a fem! partner who is a hero

Namora and reader bickering and teasing each other a lot

Shuri and Riri with a reader who struggles with computer coding

Namor with an indigenous reader

Namor punishing reader after she calls him ‘daddy’ in front of others

Submissive! Namor

“Don’t run from me, Princess” (Namor x reader, NSFW)

Shuriri when reader brings home a dog

Soft Yandere Namor convincing reader to live in Talokan

Soft yandere Namor protecting his jumpy soulmate

Yandere Namor with a partner who is a scientist.

Namor when reader is ready to take the herb

Namor with a reader who has a child, but it's not his.

Namor when he accidentally hurts his partners feelings.

Namor when reader refuses to call him by his real name.

Toilet bound Hanako-kun

"When you die, that's it. There's nothing more. Nothing new begins."

nothing yet…

Boku No hero Academia

"Now, it’s your turn."

Midnight with a sick reader

Where they kiss you (multi)

Poly! Monoma, Todoroki, and Bakugo with a fem! reader

Miruko, Midnight, and Ms Joke with a chubby reader

Domestic life with Miruko and Midnight

Best friend! Izuku

Haikyuu!!!

"As long as I am here, you're invincible."

Waking up with Iwazumi and Oikawa

Hinata with a reader from Brazil

Suga and Bokuto after having a nightmare where you die

The arcana

"What I wouldn't do for this heartbeat."

Love or obsession (Yandere! Asra x GN! Reader, one shot.)

Big spoon (Asra x GN! Reader, Drabble)

Vampire! Asra

Asra letting reader know they're loved

Error143

"Just know, it's only you."

Flustered! Micah cuddling with short! reader

Jealous! Micah Yujin

Micah when reader gets flustered over the shirtless virus, and decides to get revenge

The last of us

"And I think I'm gonna love you for a long, long, time."

Ellie with a shy and timid reader

Moon knight

“You are the only super-power I ever had”

nothing yet…

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Safe-Keeping.

Pairing: Yandere!Asra x F!Reader (The Arcana).

Written for a very lovely anonymous commissioner.

Word Count: 2.0k.

TW: Spoilers for Asra's Route, DubC*n, Implied Grooming, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Mentions of Death, Obsessive Behavior.

Asra only ever dreamed of ash.

Surrounding him, dancing across the wind, tainting the air with something thick and choking and corrupted. It coated his clothes, the soles of his feet, the palms of his hands as he dug and dug and dug through piles of char and soot, beaches made of bone and cinder. If he was lucky, there would be flames, smoke clouding the sky – the barest scrap of hope to keep him going until the embers cooled and the last spark withered and died, until dread and agony overwhelmed whatever denial might’ve survived the pain.

Some nights, he’d feel every ache, every sting, every burn, and on others, he’d be numb, too distant and too lost to notice when his fingertips split open and began to bleed, to care when something in his chest cracked and fell apart. It always hurt, one way or another, and he always woke up panting, blinking away tears, reaching out for someone, something, anything that would calm the anguish, that would soothe the pain.

And, without fail, he always found you.

Your back, this time, just below your shoulder-blade, the closest thing he could reach without waking you up more forcefully. You must’ve turned away from him sometime during the night, but you’d always been a light sleeper (or, this you had always been a light sleeper, at least), and it didn’t take long for you to stir, to roll onto your back, to stretch and yawn and glance over to him, already smiling, already softening. It was routine, by now, a nightly ritual only known to the two of you, every step practiced to the point of perfection. There was no shock as you took his hand, no anxious muttering or half-hearted excuses, just the familiar feeling of your fingers intertwined with his, the comforting warmth of your cheek as you slotted yourself against his palm. You took a moment to nuzzle into him before moving on, pulling back just far enough to kiss the apex of his wrist, to glance towards him through the darkness, your expression quickly turning sympathetic. “Another nightmare?”

He hummed by way of response, leaving the obvious unsaid. He moved towards you, instead, wrapping his unoccupied arm around your waist and pulling you into his chest, drinking in the sound of your breathy laugh as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. It felt good to touch you, to feel how solid you were, how alive. Unburnt, unharmed, as healthy and as safe you were before the plague, before Lazaret. The air was thick with herbs and incense, not ash, and he was in a bed, holding you, not an island shunned by all but the sick and the hopeless, searching through what remained of the departed for what he didn’t want to find. He was with you. He had you. He didn’t need to think about anything else.

“Oh, just the usual. Blood, gore, burning flesh – nothing out of the ordinary.” He kissed the side of your neck, gingerly. “Nothing I can’t handle, if I know I’m waking up to you.”

Another laugh, lighter, more genuine. “I guess you don’t need me to ease your nerves, then.”

The edge of your jaw, next, then the corner of your lips. “I never said that.”

As soon as he finished, your mouth was on his, your fingers tangled in his hair. It was a shallow kiss, the affection weighed down with tenderness and exhaustion. When the two of you separated, he moved to sit up, to take the lead, but you only pushed him back down, shifting to fill the space in between his parted legs. It took him a moment to realize what you were doing, a slowness he attributed to his own fatigue and the memories of smoke still stifling his mind, but he managed to keep his mouth shut as your hands found their way to the thin strip of silk around his waist, to the loose knot keeping his thin robes in-place. It didn’t take him very long to catch up, after that.

You were the most like your former self, when you were like this. You were such a soft thing, now, your confidence stunted by your renewed inexperience, all your wisdom and all your cunning replaced with endless curiosity and a disorienting dissonance with all the things you'd once been so well acquainted with. But, you didn’t need wisdom when you were here, in his sanctuary, closer to the open countryside than any recognizable part of Vesuvia, and cunning wouldn’t do you any good when you were alone with him, when there was no one to fight but the weeds infesting his modest garden and nothing that could hurt you but jagged chips on the rims of ceramic mugs and your own clumsy spellwork. Your inexperience wasn’t a problem, either – his body had always been your natural domain, a realm you knew better than any map or traveler’s guide. You'd never needed anything as trivial as confidence, when you were alone with him.

Watching you take his cock in your hand was like watching a master craftsman work inside of their area of expertise, an artist sketching out the first draft of a masterpiece. He shuddered as you ran the flat of your tongue over the underside of his cock, gasped as you took the head into your mouth. Nothing more than kitten-licks, yet, barely even anything that could be called teasing. It was humiliating, how easily you could draw reactions out of him, how pliable he was under your loving care. He wished you’d never stop.

The noise that erupted from his throat when you actually started to move was shameful, sinful, a groan choked into a whimper, balanced out by the string of unsteady moans that followed in its wake. You didn’t seem to mind. If anything, it spurred you forward, encouraged you to take him deeper, to dig your nails into his hips and hum in a way that left him crying out, shaking. You would’ve kept going, brought him to the edge and dragged him over the side, but Asra shot up, caught you by the shoulders, haphazardly pried you off of him. You didn’t resist, he’d taught you better than to struggle against someone who only ever had your safety and your happiness in mind, but you were clearly startled, clearly concerned. You moved to say something, but he cut you off, pulling you into another kiss, deeper than the last, more fevered the last.

It was more of a collision than anything, all tongues and teeth, forceful enough to leave you breathless by the time he pulled away, his mouth falling to your neck, instead, to the sensitive spot just above your jugular. “Call me selfish,” He muttered, his voice stifled by proximity. “But if I'm going to cum, I can think of better places to do so than your mouth.”

He felt your nails rake over his back lightly, but with enough pressure to draw his attention. “You’re shameless.”

His teeth ghosting over your collarbone, his lips latching onto whatever made you melt into him. Your breath caught as he bit down – lightly, at first, mirroring your own affection, then with more force, just enough to break the skin, just enough to draw blood. He wanted you to know he was there. He wanted to know you were there, that you weren’t going to disappear, stray from his side and wander where he wouldn’t be able to follow. “And you love me for it.”

It took a moment for you to respond, a moment longer than it should’ve. “Love?”

Ah, of course. A shortcoming on his behalf. A gap in his mentorship.

Asra didn’t try to suppress the small, shooting pang of satisfaction that accompanied the reminder that there were still things he had to teach you. That you weren’t quite your former self, not yet. That, if you ever tried to leave, you wouldn’t make it very far. Not on your own.

Not without him.

“We’ll go over it in the morning.” Not dismissive, but distant, muttered halfheartedly as he guided you onto your back, closer to the center of the small bed than anywhere more practical, anywhere more comfortable. That was where pale moonlight spilled into the sanctuary, where he could see you, flushed and adoring, staring up at him like he’d hung the stars in the sky, like he was the only thing you’d ever known. He supposed, in a way, he was. He supposed, in a different, more indulgent way, that it wouldn’t be such a bad thing, if he continued to be. “It’s nothing, really, just… a term of endearment. Another way of saying that we need each other.”

You laughed, reaching out to him. He let you string your arms around his neck, tugging him closer as he aligned himself with your dripping cunt. “You don’t need me.”

“I do.” The words were hushed, nearly whispered. If you heard him, you were too distracted to respond, too busy arching your back as he thrust into you, keening while he took long, blissful seconds to bottom out, to savor the feeling of your chest pressing against his. “More than you’ll ever know. I do.”

It was a sudden declaration, absolutely drenched with all the overly genuine, overly sentimental sappiness that’d usually have you teasing him in a fraction of a second, but his words were lost on you as you currently were, just as drunk on his cock as he’d been on your tongue. Your arms fell away from him, your hands dropping to the mattress, grasping at the sheets, and you only made a passing effort to swallow down your unsteady moans, your little hitched nothings – blissful sounds, euphoric, too rewarding not to pursue with a faster pace, a deeper thrust, two fingers rubbing tight circles into your clit. He felt you buck against him, chasing after pleasure as best you could in your disheveled state. Good. Good. He liked it, when you trusted him to take care of you. He liked knowing you thought of him as someone you could rely on, even if he knew you couldn’t really be thinking at all.

He felt you clench around him, saw you shut your eyes and let your mouth fall open, and he cursed under his breath, wrapped an arm around your midriff and drew you closer, closer, until he could feel your chest pressing against his, your heart beating against his. Again, his lips found your skin, the need to press harsh, open-mouthed kisses into your neck, your shoulders, your chest growing overwhelming, all-consuming. He wanted to bite down, to mark you, to make sure everyone who ever looked at you would only see him, his claim written across every part of you. He wanted to hush you, to be gentle, to promise he would never hurt you, that he’d never let anything hurt you ever again. He wanted to wrap his hands around your neck until you promised never to leave him, never to put yourself in harm’s way. He wanted to forgive you for everything you’ve ever done, everything you’ve ever put him through. He wanted you.

“Say you love me.” It slipped out before he could swallow it back, before he could think better of it. You opened your mouth, your confusion briefly overshadowing your daze, but he didn’t let you cut in, didn’t let you ask any questions he couldn’t answer. “Please. Just this once.” Then, quietly, barely loud enough for you to hear. “For me.”

You hesitated, but not for very long. With a little more coaxing, a little more pressure on your clit, you managed to find what he was looking for. “I… I love you?”

Unsure, insecure. It should’ve been funny, if not insulting, but he felt it in the back of his throat, the pit of his stomach, the portion of his heart that now belonged to you. “Again.”

“I love—” Your voice broke into a wordless cry as you arched your back, as you curled into, as your cunt spasmed around his cock. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

He couldn’t be sure what it was. Your desperation, maybe, or the feeling of your skin against his – it didn’t matter, not really, not when he was already stilling inside of you, already reaching his climax with no time nor will to pull out. You didn’t complain, didn’t know to, only collapsing after he’d finished, going limp, letting him bury his face in the crook of your neck, take in your scent, your warmth. It all seemed so simple to Asra. It was always meant to be like this. The two of you, just the two of you, safe and together, dependent on no one other than yourselves. He’d taken so many risks, but he was smarter, now, he could finally see clearly.

He didn’t need anything else, anyone else. Just you. Only you.

And, with time, with guidance, he knew you’d come to understand that you didn’t need anything but him, too.

[seaofghouls]

Arcana request: Yandere Lucio coveting Asra’s s/o?

You got it! I’ll be doing headcanons for this one!

Reader pronouns: They/Them

• So, Lucio first meets you during his annual masquerade, as Asra’s partner.

• Soon enough, you start to go to the castle more and more, not because of Asra being the Court Magician, but because of Lucio’s own desires.

• He’s been head over heels since he first met you! It wasn’t fair that Asra got to keep you all to themself, hiding away such a marvel as yourself.

• He has a plan, one that would ensure that Asra would never interfere with you two ever again..

• Let’s just say that after this year’s masquerade, you never saw Asra again. But what’s this? Lucio offers to comfort and be there for you in his stead! Who could refuse The Count?

• All according to plan <3

[localcultleadr]

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY PEOPLE

love u all!! Take a bit Yandere Asra for Valentines <3

( don't make it an habit tho, I hate yandere as a concept, I just kinda dig the aesthetic )

[thebrutedemon]

hiii can i request yandere!muriel from the arcana with a shy reader? preferably a oneshot, but i’m totally fine with anything!! thank uuu

"Sorry this took so long! Thanks so much for your request, I ended up doing something like a oneshot in headcanon form 😅 I hope you enjoy it!"

Yandere ! Muriel

⦁ He tells himself he's only watching you to make sure you're safe. Besides, no one will even remember that they saw him there, hidden in the shadows of the market, intensely gazing at you.

⦁ He sees you hiding behind Asra as he talks to the shopkeepers, you smile shyly, sinking into the magician when spoken to. Muriel feels a sinking feeling in his chest as he watches you, it burns momentarily & he pushes the feeling away with a grunt.

⦁ He isn't used to desiring someone else's company. When it comes to other people, he can't get far enough away. But when it comes to you, he finds himself fantasizing more often than not what it would be like to have you & only you, all to himself, every moment.

⦁ He knows you're shy & feels a closer connection to you because of that. He, too, feels uncomfortable in social situations.

⦁ As he continues to watch you, he sees Asra try to push you to talk to others, trying to break you out of your shyness. Muriel grimaces. He would never try to force you to talk to anyone. In fact, he wouldn't mind if you never left his hut in the forest.

⦁ You could stay with him, talk to him, only him. Or not talk at all. Simply the thought of having you all to himself, alone, secluded from anyone else, that would be enough for him.

⦁ After all, Muriel knows far too well how cruel & painful the world can be. Asra has always been too trusting, you would be safer with him.

⦁ He stalks you through the shadows like a hunter following prey. His intense green eyes glare at everyone who passes you. Muriel knows how people hide their dark intentions, anyone could be a threat to you. He makes a silent vow to keep you safe.

⦁ The thought of anyone hurting you, it takes him back. Makes him feel the rage and malice he felt when he was the Scourge. He hates feeling so angry, and he promised to never be like that again, but he won't hesitate to rip someone apart for you.

⦁ It's almost instinctual as he follows you back to your shop. He sits outside for awhile, hidden from view, relishing in the last few moments where he knows exactly where you are, safe, so close..

⦁ After a while, Inanna whines & Muriel pats her head with a deep sigh. He turns to leave just as the door to your shop creaks open.

⦁ Asra steps out, traveling clothes wrapped around him. Muriel watches intently as you approach the open door, waving goodbye, you look around cautiously before closing the door behind you.

⦁ Muriel can feel his heart thrumming in his chest, a heat rising within him. Asra's leaving you alone, again. He's always leaving you alone. As if he isn't aware of the risks, or doesn't care. Doesn't he realize your safety is more important than anything?

⦁ Muriel suddenly makes a decision. Something he's been struggling with since the moment he saw your sweet, shy smile. He walks up to your door, it's so easily crushed under his strength.

⦁ As he walks in, coming face to face with your terrified expression, for a moment, he feels bad for scaring you. But he feels like he's rediscovered a purpose when he realizes, finally, he can take you where you'll always be safe.

You tremble uncontrollably before the huge, dark figure towering over you. You gasp as a large wolf follows him in, stepping over the debris from the destroyed front door. The wild animal stares you down with glowing eyes that somehow seem more sane than the green gaze from the human man in front of you. He leans closer to you, eyes burning.

"You'll be safe with me, Y/N."

"W-Who -!"

Before you could react, he had pulled you up by your waist and tossed you over his shoulder. You could barely breathe from how tightly he held you to him.

You kicked and flailed around desperately, but it didn't bother him at all. His grip on you only tightened as he carried you out into the night.